We dance. Either by moon- or candlelight. We dance, The snow be- gins to fall. I put on my bowler hat, you make sure your shoes are on tight. We dance, on the ceiling, treat the snow as if it were the sands of the desert & we under acacia trees. We dance until a thunder- storm comes hammering along. I eat an egg. You drink a glass of water. We dream.
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